my discovery of england-第14部分

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aid；　〃ah；　yes；　that's　not　far　from　Alberta；　is　it？〃　and　then　turned　quietly　to　his　food　again。　When　I　remind　the　reader　that　Saskatchewan　is　only　half　an　inch　from　Alberta　he　may　judge　of　the　nicety　of　the　knowledge　involved。　Having　all　this　in　mind；　I　recast　the　editorial　and　sent　it　to　the　London　Times　as　follows：

〃The　news　that　the　Sultan　of　Kowfat　has　thrown　away　his　suspenders　renders　it　of　interest　to　indicate　the　exact　spot　where　he　has　thrown　them。　（See　map）。　Kowfat；　lying　as　the　reader　knows；　on　the　Kowfat　River；　occupies　the　hinterland　between　the　back　end　of　south…west　Somaliland　and　the　east；　that　is　to　say；　the　west；　bank　of　Lake　P'schu。　It　thus　forms　an　enclave　between　the　Dog　Men　of　Darfur　and　the　Negritos　of　T'chk。　The　inhabitants　of　Kowfat　are　a　coloured　race　three　quarters　negroid　and　more　than　three　quarters　tabloid。

〃As　a　solution　of　the　present　difficulty；　the　first　thing　required　in　our　opinion　is　to　send　out　a　boundary　commission　to　delineate　more　exactly　still　just　where　Kowfat　is。　After　that　an　ethnographical　survey　might　be　completed。〃


It　was　a　matter　not　only　of　concern　but　of　surprise　to　me　that　not　one　of　the　three　contributions　recited　above　was　accepted　by　the　English　Press。　The　Morning　Post　complained　that　my　editorial　was　not　firm　enough　in　tone；　the　Guardian　that　it　was　not　humane　enough；　the　Times　that　I　had　left　out　the　latitude　and　longitude　always　expected　by　their　readers。　　I　thought　it　not　worth　while　to　bother　to　revise　the　articles　as　I　had　meantime　conceived　the　idea　that　the　same　material　might　be　used　in　the　most　delightfully　amusing　way　as　the　basis　of　a　poem　far　Punch。　Everybody　knows　the　kind　of　verses　that　are　contributed　to　Punch　by　Sir　Owen　Seaman　and　Mr。　Charles　Graves　and　men　of　that　sort。　And　everybody　has　been　struck；　as　I　have；　by　the　extraordinary　easiness　of　the　performance。　All　that　one　needs　is　to　get　some　odd　little　incident；　such　as　the　revolt　of　the　Sultan　of　Kowfat；　make　up　an　amusing　title；　and　then　string　the　verses　together　in　such　a　way　as　to　make　rhymes　with　all　the　odd　words　that　come　into　the　narrative。　In　fact；　the　thing　is　ease　itself。

I　therefore　saw　a　glorious　chance　with　the　Sultan　of　Kowfat。　Indeed；　I　fairly　chuckled　to　myself　when　I　thought　what　amusing　rhymes　could　be　made　with　〃Negritos；〃　〃modus　operandi〃　and　〃Dog　Men　of　Darfur。〃　I　can　scarcely　imagine　anything　more　excruciatingly　funny　than　the　rhymes　which　can　be　made　with　them。　And　as　for　the　title；　bringing　in　the　word　Kowfat　or　some　play　upon　it；　the　thing　is　perfectly　obvious。　The　idea　amused　me　so　much　that　I　set　to　work　at　the　poem　at　once。

I　am　sorry　to　say　that　I　failed　to　complete　it。　Not　that　I　couldn't　have　done　so；　given　time；　I　am　quite　certain　that　if　I　had　had　about　two　years　I　could　have　done　it。　The　main　structure　of　the　poem；　however；　is　here　and　I　give　it　for　what　it　is　worth。　Even　as　it　is　it　strikes　me　as　extraordinarily　good。　Here　it　is：

　　　Title

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。　Kowfat

　　　Verse　One

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。；　。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。　modus　operandi；　。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。；　。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。；　Negritos：　。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。　P'shu。

　　　Verse　Two

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。　Khalifate；　。。。。。。。。。。。。。　Dog　Men　of　Darfur：　。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。　T'chk。


Excellent　little　thing；　isn't　it？　All　it　needs　is　the　rhymes。　As　far　as　it　goes　it　has　just　exactly　the　ease　and　the　sweep　required。　And　if　some　one　will　tell　me　how　Owen　Seaman　and　those　people　get　the　rest　of　the　ease　and　the　sweep　I'll　be　glad　to　put　it　in。

One　further　experiment　of　the　same　sort　I　made　with　the　English　Press　in　another　direction　and　met　again　with　failure。　If　there　is　one　paper　in　the　world　for　which　I　have　respect　andif　I　may　say　itan　affection；　it　is　the　London　Spectator。　I　suppose　that　I　am　only　one　of　thousands　and　thousands　of　people　who　feel　that　way。　Why　under　the　circumstances　the　Spectator　failed　to　publish　my　letter　I　cannot　say。　I　wanted　no　money　for　it：　I　only　wanted　the　honour　of　seeing　it　inserted　beside　the　letter　written　from　the　Rectory；　Hops；　Hants；　or　the　Shrubbery；　Potts；　Shrops；I　mean　from　one　of　those　places　where　the　readers　of　the　Spectator　live。　I　thought　too　that　my　letter　had　just　the　right　touch。　However；　they　wouldn't　take　it：　something　wrong　with　it　somewhere；　I　suppose。　This　is　it：

　　　　To　the　Editor；　　　　　　　　The　Spectator；　　　　　　　　　London；　England。　

　　　　Dear　Sir；

　　　　Your　correspondence　of　last　week　contained　such　interesting　　　　　information　in　regard　to　the　appearance　of　the　first　cowslip　　　　　in　Kensington　Common　that　I　trust　that　I　may；　without　　　　　fatiguing　your　readers　to　the　point　of　saturation；　narrate　　　　　a　somewhat　similar　and　I　think；　sir；　an　equally　interesting　　　　　experience　of　my　own。　While　passing　through　Lambeth　Gardens　　　　　yesterday　towards　the　hour　of　dusk　I　observed　a　crow　with　　　　　one　leg　sitting　beside　the　duck…pond　and　apparently　lost　in　　　　　thought。　There　was　no　doubt　that　the　bird　was　of　the　　　　　species　pulex　hibiscus；　an　order　which　is　becoming　　　　　singularly　rare　in　the　vicinity　of　the　metropolis。　Indeed；　　　　　so　far　as　I　am　aware；　the　species　has　not　been　seen　in　　　　　London　since　1680。　I　may　say　that　on　recognising　the　bird　I　　　　　drew　as　near　as　I　could；　keeping　myself　behind　the　　　　　shrubbery；　but　the　pulex　hibiscus　which　apparently　caught　a　　　　　brief　glimpse　of　my　face　uttered　a　cry　of　distress　and　flew　　　　　away。

　　　　I　am；　sir；　　　　　　　　Believe　me；　　　　　　　　yours；　sir；　　　　　　　　　　　O。Y。　Botherwithit。　　　　　　　（Ret'd　Major　Burmese　Army。）；　

Distressed　by　these　repeated　failures；　I　sank　back　to　a　lower　level　of　English　literary　work；　the　puzzle　department。　For　some　reason　or　other　the　English　delight　in　puzzles。　It　is；　I　think；　a　part　of　the　peculiar　school…boy　pedantry　which　is　the　reverse　side　of　their　literary　genius。　I　speak　with　a　certain　bitterness　because　in　puzzle　work　I　met　with　no　success　whatever。　My　solutions　were　never　acknowledged；　never　paid　for；　in　fact　they　were　ignored。　But　I　append　two　or　three　of　them　here；　with　apologies　to　the　editors　of　the　Strand　and　other　papers　who　should　have　had　the　honour　of　publishing　them　first。

　　　　Puzzle　I

Can　you　fold　a　square　piece　of　paper　in　such　a　way　that　with　a　single　fold　it　forms　a　pentagon？

My　Solution：　Yes；　if　I　knew　what　a　pentagon　was。

　　　　Puzzle　II

A　and　B　agree　to　hold　a　walking　match　across　an　open　meadow；　each　seeking　the　shortest　line。　A；　walking　from　corner　to　corner；　may　be　said　to　diangulate　the　hypotenuse　of　the　meadow。　B；　allowing　for　a　slight　rise　in　the　ground；　walks　on　an　obese　tabloid。　Which　wins？

My　Solution：　Frankly；　I　don't　know。

　　　　　Puzzle　III

（With　apologies　to　the　Strand。）

A　rope　is　passed　over　a　pulley。　It　has　a　weight　at　one　end　and　a　monkey　at　the　other。　There　is　the　same　length　of　rope　on　either　side　and　equilibrium　is　maintained。　The　rope　weighs　four　ounces　per　foot。　The　age　of　the　monkey　and　the　age　of　the　monkey's　mother　together　total　four　years。　The　weight　of　the　monkey　is　as　many　pounds　as　the　monkey's　mother　is　years　old。　The　monkey's　mother　was　twice　as　old　as　the　monkey　was　when　the　monkey's　mother　was　half　as　old　as　the　monkey　will　be　when　the　monkey　is　three　times　as　old　as　the　monkey's　mother　was　when　the　monkey's　mother　was　three　times　as　old　as　the　monkey。　The　weight　of　the　rope　with　the　weight　at　the　end　was　half　as　much　again　as　the　difference　in　weight　between　the　weight　of　the　weight　and　the　weight　of　the　monkey。　Now；　what　was　the　length　of　the　rope？

My　Solution：　I　should　think　it　would　have　to　be　a　rope　of　a　fairly　good　length。

In　only　one　department　of　English　journalism　have　I　met　with　a　decided　measure　of　success；　I　refer　to　the　juvenile　competition　department。　This　is　a　sort　of　thing　to　which　the　English　are　especially　addicted。　As　a　really　educated　nation　for　whom　good　literature　begins　in　the　home　they　encourage　in　every　way　literary　competitions　among　the　young　readers　of　their　journals。　At　least　half　a　dozen　of　the　well…known　London　periodicals　carry　on　this　work。　The　prizes　run　all　the　way　from　one　shilling　to　half　a　guinea　and　the　competitions　are　generally　open　to　all　children　from　three　to　six　years　of　age。　It　was　here　that　I　saw　my　open　opportunity　and　seized　it。　I　swept　in　prize　after　prize。　As　〃Little　Agatha〃　I　got　four　shillings　for　the　best　description　of　Autumn　in　two　lines；　and　one　shilling　for　guessing　correctly　the　missing　letters　in　BR…STOL；　SH…FFIELD；　and　H…LL。　A　lot　of　the　competitors　fell　down　on　H…LL。　I　got　six　shillings　for　giving　the　dates　of　the　Norman　Conquest；1492　A。D。；　and　the　Crimean　War　of　1870。　In　short；　the　thing　was　easy。　I　might　say　that　to　enter　these　competitions　one　has　to　have　a　certificate　of　age　from　a　member　of　the　clergy。　But　I　know　a　lot　of　them。



VII。Business　in　England。　　　　　　　WantedMore　Profiteers

It　is　hardly　necessary　to　say　that　so　shrewd　an　observer　as　I　am　could　not　fail　to　be　struck　by　the　situation　of　business　in　England。　Passing　through　the　factory　towns　and　noticing　that　no　smoke　came　from　the　tall　chimneys　and　that　the　doors　of　the　factories　were　shut；　I　was　led　to　the　conclusion　that　they　were　closed。

Observing　that　the　streets　of　the　industrial　centres　were　everywhere　filled　with　idle　men；　I　gathered　that　they　were　unemployed：　and　when　I　learned　that　the　moving　picture　houses　were　full　to　the　doors　every　day　and　that　the　concert　halls；　beer　gardens；　grand　opera；　and　religious　concerts　were　crowded　to　suffocation；　I　inferred　that　the　country　was　suffering　from　an　unparalleled　depression。　　This　diagnosis　turned　out　to　be　absolutely　correct。　It　has　been　freely　estimated　that　at　the　time　I　refer　to　almost　two　million　men　were　out　of　work。

But　it　does　not　require　government　statistics　to　prove　that　in　England　at　the　present　day　everybody　seems　poor；　just　as　in　the　United　States　everybody；　to　the　eye　of　the　visitor；　seems　to　be　rich。　In　England　nobody　seems　to　be　able　to　afford　anything：　in　the　United　States　everybody　seems　to　be　able　to　afford　everything。　　In　England　nobody　smokes　cigars：　in　America　everybody　does。　On　the　English　railways　the　first　class　carriages　are　empty：　in　the　United　States　the　〃reserved　drawingrooms〃　are　full。　Poverty　no　doubt　is　only　a　relative　matter：　but　a　man　whose　income　used　to　be　10；000　a　year　and